It’s been a while, but the weather led me back to my old home.
It’s not too hot outside, but it’s even not too hotter inside.
Back from summer studies and air-conditioned classrooms
to another air-conditioned room with coffee.
Where is the conversation?
Only if I were wiser, then I would be more helpful than a cake.
Even the interior seems duller.
His job was to guard the sacks of coffee beans in case anyone comes and steals them.
He spoke French. The Black Dog lady kept taking notes.